 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 pages
...as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So...sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigu'd On lips that are for others... | |
 | Mrs. J. Thayer - 1853 - 144 pages
...with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and stranged as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when under dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange the days that are... | |
 | 1853 - 424 pages
...summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The easement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. J)ear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1854 - 340 pages
...despair— Else in the heart, and gather to the ey0, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. * * * * Dear as remembered...Fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as LoveDeep as first Love — and wild with all regret — O Death in Life, the days that are no more.... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1854 - 348 pages
...despair— Blae la the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy antnmn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And aweet aa those by hopeless Fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as Love — Deep as first... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1855 - 164 pages
...sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying cars, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad. so strange, the... | |
 | Miss E. Hedge - 1856 - 164 pages
...sinks, with all we love, below the verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe...casement slowly grows a glimmering square : So sad and strange the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by... | |
 | 1857 - 834 pages
...sinks with all we love below the verge: So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe...ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows n glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remenibered kisses after... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1857 - 512 pages
...summoned up a more truthful and forcible illustration of sadness in passion-weakened minds than, " In dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears." Yet who that, after a night of anxiety or labour, hears the clear strong note of the thrush anticipating... | |
 | 1857 - 510 pages
...summoned up a more truthful and forcible illustration of sadness in passion-weakened minds than, " In dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears." Yet who that, after a night of anxiety or labour, hears the clear strong note of the thrush anticipating... | |
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... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 
